I. Got. A. Job.

Finally. Just shy of three months living in the UK, I can feel like I belong instead of feeling like I’m just visiting.

It’s funny, after all that rejection, including two rejections yesterday, one company offered me a position an hour and a half after my interview. It’s not my dream job with my dream company, but I’m choosing to look at it as a step in the right direction.

I’m going to be a media relations executive for a charity. Essentially, I feel like this role decides my career path. Previous to this, my path had been 50% journalism, and 50% communications – this now sort of shows I’m moving into communications. I think I’m OK with that. I wish that it wasn’t so traditional communications – I hated media calls – and I wish it was more modern, by way of digital and/or social media, but they’ve made me feel they’d be open to me moving in that direction in the future.

It was also my first attempt at negotiating my salary, which I did unsuccessfully. I’m still not sure how I feel about that – part of me thought I should stick to my guns and not accept lower than I believe my value, with my education and experience, to be, but part of me is so sick of interviews and heartbreak that I accepted it.

Via The Telegraph

I’m not sure it was right, but I want to help husband, I want to treat him to dinner when I want, or buy something without charging to my Canadian credit card. Also, we are saving for a “wedding” for our family and friends in a few months’ time in Australia. But most importantly, I want to feel like I’m a part of this city by meeting people, having purpose and contributing.

I like the idea of moving into charitable roles, some day I’d like to work for a literacy charity, (or a book publisher!) and perhaps this is a good first step. I’m going to choose to look at it for all its positives, and if it’s not for me, I’ll keep an eye out for my next move.